i love it here
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.its performative
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
Can I see
i dont understand magnetisation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
like first name
Thank you, Jack
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
lol yea
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
not their contents
abrar?
magnetisation/form
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.